Scars From The Past

porcelain

A/N: Hi there! I hope you're enjoying this story so far, please let me know what you think! This is my first time posting on Wattpad, but I had this story posted on other fanfiction sites already, so that's why I'm updating everything so quickly ;) Enjoy! 

Hold your horses
Hold, hold the border
'Don't come closer
Don't, don't let go of me
I'm like porcelain
When you're with me
All, all I know is

Just about a million ways to harm you
All the things I shouldn't say
Are the things that when I want to make you happy
Only comes out of me'

"Good morning!" I exclaim as I walk inside the cell. The guards look at me as if I'm mad, but I ignore them, focusing on Blondie instead. He looks up, giving me a grin as he shakes his head. From the video footage I had watched earlier, I could tell he had been very bored. I currently had nothing to do, so I'd decided to pay him a visit.
"I don't think that half past 12 counts as morning." He counters, making me chuckle.
"It does in my world, so accept my good morning." I say with a smirk, making my way over to a couch I had made some people put there earlier, jumping down on it.
"Morning it is, then." He says with a shrug. I glance up at him whilst pulling out a cup of the most delicious strawberry smoothie ever, studying him. He's wearing some sort of beige prison suit, a white shirt underneath. His blonde hair looks dirty in the bright white light of the glass cylinder shaped cell he's in. When our eyes meet, I can't help but smile softly.

"Why are you here?" He eventually asks, making me look at him over my cup.
"You seemed kind of bored, Blondie." I answer with a shrug.
"Blondie?" He asks, nearly choking on his own words.
"Well, I don't exactly now your name, now do I? Hang on a sec." I answer before getting up. By the door hangs a file of
him. I grab it, quickly scanning through it.

"Raoul Silva. Cyberterrorist, former agent, highly dangerous. That's all it says. Impressive." I say, giving him a look.
"I think I like Blondie better than Raoul though." I add with a smirk, putting the folder back as he rolls his eyes. I walk back over to the couch, jumping down on it before pulling out a book from my backpack, flipping through the pages as I begin to read. Occasionally, I look up from the pages full of words to look at Raoul. Each time he looks right back, making me look away with a smile, a soft blush growing each time he does so. It was getting harder and harder for me to concentrate, especially with him looking at me.
"What are you doing?" He eventually asks, clearly bored.
"Reading." I answer, looking up at him. Something in his eyes flickers, but it's gone before I can see what it is.
"What are you reading?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious.
"The Hobbit." I admit with a grin.
"Read to me." He says, giving me a surprisingly kind smile.
"Err... fine." I decide, being unable to concentrate. Maybe this would help. The following hour, I'm busy reading out loud while Raoul listens, feeling more calm than ever before.

"Rhine!" James' voice suddenly booms. I snap out of my reading, looking up to see James walk towards me with big steps.
"Hi James!" I say happily, beaming at the sight of him. He quickly wraps me into a tight hug when I get up from the couch.
"What are you doing here? I was looking everywhere for you." He whispers. When he pulls back, I see slight worry in his eyes caused by me spending time with Raoul.
"Nothing special." I answer casually, glancing over at Raoul for the shortest while. James gives the man a stone cold look before turning back to me.
"Anyway, your parents are back." He says, smiling as my eyes get wide in shock.
"Already?!" I exclaim. He nods, making me grin widely.
"They're in the meeting room, you should go check on them." James adds, making me nod rapidly before taking off in a sprint, throwing a last glance back at Raoul who stares right back before turning around the corner. I quickly make my way through the building.

Right when I turn around the corner at high speed, I run into someone. I hit the floor face first, grunting as it's a rather rough landing.
"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Someone asks, sounding shocked. When I open my eyes, I find a boy from around my age lying on the floor not far away from me, so I figure he was the one I ran into. He gets up, dusting off his clothes before extending his hand for me to take. He's got black, messy hair, a cute face and he wears a pair of round glasses. I had never met anyone who fit the term 'nerd' as well as him. Taking his hand, I get up with a little help from him, although I can feel he isn't anywhere near as strong as most agents here. It's kinda cute, really.
"I'm fine, thanks. Sorry for running into you, by the way, I wasn't exactly paying attention to where I was heading." I say, giving him a friendly smile. He blushes at it, making my smile even wider. What a cutie.